The peo­ple of God,
Jehovah we praise
As bought by His blood,
And saved by His grace;
Who dai­ly de­liv­ers
And ran­soms His own,
And wa­ters with ri­vers
Of life from His throne.

Redeemed from the foe,
We Je­sus pro­claim,
And tri­umph to know
The pow­er of His name.
Preserved from all ev­il,
Through God the most high,
The world, and the dev­il,
And sin we de­fy.

Much more than our sin
His grace doth abound;
His king­dom with­in
Our bo­som is found:
His blood’s ap­pli­ca­tion
The bless­ing im­parts,
The in­ward sal­va­tion,
And hal­lows our hearts.

Triumphing we go,
To tri­umph again,
Till death, the last foe,
By Je­sus is slain;
His death shall re­lease us,
Called out of our graves,
To wit­ness that Je­sus
Eternally saves.